I come to thee, my love

1 I come to thee, my Love,
From ways of grief and pain;
I come to thee, my Love.
Who here in light dost reign.
The tempest raves without,
The angry billows roll,
But here Thy peace is mine,
Thou Lover of my soul.

2 Oh, touch me with thy hand,
As in the dust I lie;
Oh, lift me to thy heart:
Without Thee I must die.
My soul is faint and dark,
I come to thee for rest;
Oh, let me see Thy light,
And lie upon Thy breast.

3 I long when far away,
To be with Thee again,
Where treasures of thy grace
Fall like the silent rain.
O yield and hidden Love,
O loving, gracious Lord;
From Thee the silver showers
Upon my heart are poured.

4 The storm of pain and grief
Bends me beneath its power;
I have no help but Thee
In sorrow's darkest hour.
O help me then, my Love,
For I am dark and lone;
And joy and light are Thine
Upon this Altar-throne.

Source: Laudis Corona: the new Sunday school hymn book, containing a collection of Catholic hymns, arranged for the principal seasons and festivals of the year #148